Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.